Something was niggling his memory about the list, but for the life of him, he couldn't pin it down. The only path was to check out all of the listings...He clicked on each bank. Two-thirds of the way through the list, he clicked on the Swiss-Duchamps Bank of Europe. Their emblem of a coat of arms with a roaring lion and a halberd slammed him between the eyes. Literally. His head was thrown backwards and a moment's nausea ran through his entire digestive tract. He had no clue where that visceral. Maybe I'm just panicking,"Ryan replied. What?!? That makes sense??? No it doesn't! But it kind ofdid. Ryan grew concerned with how he could suddenly become "ok" withthese things happening to him. He was well aware of how adamantlyopposed to the changes he was just minutes ago, but how he didn't seemso to mind them so much. Damn. He had to snap out of it."Look, can we not talk about this anymore?" Ryan pleaded. Christinachanged the subject and they finished their walk home.The rest of the day. She meekly surrendered to me which I never expected from her.While I was having sex with her, she told me her secret desire that she expect me to do it long time ago.It was all unplanned and unprotected.There was no looking back for me from that day. My first intercourse was a bit failure due to my early ejaculation but subsequent intercourse was satisfyiyng. My mom guided at everthing.It was a great feeling of adulthood. I did not allow my mom to go to her office for 4 days, as I wanted and. ..take care of that yourself?" He looked at me as he approached my car. I didn't make eye contact."I've tried." How hard is it!?" When you're around, and with my busy schedule? Nigh-impossible." We got into my car."Oh. Sorry." He looked down at his lap, as we pulled out of the space, and started on our way to the nearest bar."Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. I'm just unlucky." I glanced at him, and he smiled a bit. Good. Even though it bothered me, I didn't want him to feel bad.We.